Ours actually didn’t have much daylight since it was drizzling rain the whole time we were waiting outside. When we were inside, it cleared up a little, of course.
And when we were inside is when the show converted from the Rocky Horror show to the horror show. Don’t let 3B’s smile here fool you…
…most of the time we spent in line was punctuated with 3B’s cries, “I don’t wanna flu shot!” When he wasn’t coughing, that is. We did everything to distract him, but after awhile we’d I Spied every object in the zip code, so we just set our watches every five minutes when he cried out. Once we got into the gym, however, the volume and frequency went up, peaking with a wicked crying jag during the shot that not even a bag of Skittles could quell.
Then they told us that he’d have to get a booster shot, while he was still on my lap. You didn’t think he was going to understand what you said?
But we all survived to trick or treat another day…or night. We took our little Typhoid Harry down to cough his way around the nice neighborhood next to ours. Judging by the crowds, we weren’t the only candy poachers.
It was like a block party on several blocks–people standing in the streets, houses decorated, folks sitting on their stoops or in their driveways with cauldrons of candy.
And they were handing out the good stuff too–3B scored mostly chocolate, although the first candy he wanted when we got home was the Sweet Tarts.
Perhaps we were blinded by the good candy, or just forgot that our big pirate and witch hats blocked the rain, but eventually Mama and I noticed that it was actually raining pretty hard, so we bundled up our little rock star and headed home.
One advantage of Halloween with a toddler is that after an hour, he’s satisfied. Although Mama and I were tempted to go back and score some more chocolate…